This is a song about "Bastard son crying mother"

Topping obstacles, unstoppable, the prodigal son

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

I run through my life as just a little bastard,

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Baby, you know who you are

Drunken bastard from a bar

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

When mother lost's her son what's her pain.....

Because your a sick bastard

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

Not a bastard but inglorious

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Are you a cunt, sap or bastard?

Red bottoms with the spike work